Tommy Greene (PG-13)

The diner wasn't very crowded which was unusual for a popular place like Johnny C's. I was eating my dinner alone in a booth. Sometimes I joined others at the counter or in a booth but tonight I ate alone and that was okay. People could be annoying sometimes anyway.

Glancing towards the counter, I caught sight of a familiar face I hadn't seen in several years: Judith Wilson! I was aware of the tragedy in her life, how she had spent time in jail for vehicular homicide after killing some guy in a drunken car accident. There were all sorts of gossip regarding that soap opera and I felt sorry for her and how her life had turned out. We were classmates and friends in high school. I liked her and I wanted to date her but she went with another guy.

Judith looked sad sitting on one of the counter stools eating her supper. Her straight brown hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail. She was wearing a sweat shirt and jeans and I could clearly see her strong hips pressed against her tight jeans. I wondered if I should go talk to her as I continued eating my dinner but I made no effort to move.

I finished my meal and went to pay my bill at the cash register at the counter. I noticed that Judith was still there that I decided to say hello. I paid the bill and left a tip on the table and then I sucked in my breath and walked down the counter to where she was seated.

"Hi, Judith," I said politely.

Judith lifted her head up from her plate, startled by the unexpected interruption. There was surprise in her eyes but her face remained expressionless.

"Serge," She said emotionlessly.

I smiled. "It's nice to see you."

I daringly took a seat on the vacant stool next to her but she didn't offer a response or even look at me. The difference in this woman sitting at the counter and the bubbly girl I had known in high school was striking. Younger Judith was full of spunk and smiles, laughter and humor. This woman looked beaten down by life, her eyes vacant and her face drawn.

"I didn't know you were back in town," I remarked.

Judith kept her eyes on her food. "My mom's birthday," she explained.

"Oh, great," I replied.

"For her, maybe" Judith sighed.

"So, how are you doing?" I asked cheerfully after a moment's pause.

She rolled her eyes and threw me a deadpanned look. "Just great," she said sarcastically.

"Come on, Jee-Jee," I sighed.

She looked up and half smiled. "I haven't heard anyone call me by that nickname in a long time," she said.

"I still remember," I told her.

"And you're still going with Serge at our age?" She teased.

"It kind of stuck," I admitted with a smirk.

She nodded with acceptance.

"You staying with your mom?" I guessed.

"No, she's in one of those small efficiencies at Hilltop Terrance," she said. "I'm staying with my brother."


She nodded affirmatively.

"I see him around sometimes."

"This is Hillsboro," Judith replied. "Everybody sees everybody around at one time or another."

"I suppose," I agreed.

"And it's still full of nosey know it all people," she observed bitterly.

"I suppose all small town home towns are like that," I remarked.

"Well, it sucks," she said. "I can hear the whispers behind my back."

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

"I just needed to get out of the house," she said. "Dinner at Johnny C's sounded sentimentally appealing."

"Do you want to go for a walk?" I offered.

"Not really," she replied.

"Come on," I urged. "We can talk."

She thought about it for a moment while she finished the last bites from her plate and then she wiped her mouth with her napkin.

"Maybe a short one," she said, throwing some bills on the counter before she allowed me to escort her out of the diner.

"It's the still the same town we grew up in," I told her as we started walking along Main Street.

"No it's not," she argued. "Everything's changed."

"That happens," I said.

"And not always for the better," she grumbled.

"You're probably right."

"So, are you still working for your father?" She wondered as we passed the various store fronts of our home town.

"Job security," I replied (my standard line).

"You must be pretty good at installing garage doors by now," she said.

"And openers, don't forget," I added sardonically.

"How come you never married Salamander?"

"She got bored with garage door openers," I replied.

"I see them as pretty consistent and dependable," Judith revealed.

"I would have married you, you know," I said boldly.

"I know," she sighed, glancing at me. "I should have given you a chance."

There was an awkward pause as we continued walking. I thought back to those long forgotten high school days and how desperately I wanted to date Judith Wilson but she never took me up on the offer.

"How are your kids doing?' I asked.

She smiled at the thought. "Okay," she said. "I lost custody, of course. My ex has them. I get supervised visitation every other weekend. Jackie is eleven and Kenny is nine."

"Do you ever think about coming back here?" I asked.

"I can't," she told me with conviction. "I'm scandalized now."

"People forget, Jee-Jee," I offered.

"Not about this," she replied. "It becomes lore."

"You're not the only one who has suffered through something tragic," I pointed out.

"I killed someone, Serge," she said heavily. "That makes me pretty ostracized in anybody's book."

"You did your time," I told her.

"And he's still dead," she rebutted.

"How are you really doing?" I asked with concern. "Really?"

We had reached the town common and we took seats on one of the benches under a large elm tree. I remember singing with the chorus here standing next to Judith when we were in high school. She was a wonderful singer and I loved her voice.
"I go to therapy," she said. "I belong to a guilt support group. But it's still hard every day."

"What happened, exactly?" I asked. "I heard rumors but never the whole real story."

She leaned back against the bench and let out a loud sigh. "You know, I should have stayed here," she admitted. "None of this would have happened if I just went to Green College or Blue County Community College and worked for my Dad like you do."

"I can't picture you selling place mat advertising," I teased.

"I'd be running the business now with Daddy gone," she sighed with sentimental regret. "But I had to go off to the big city and the big college and live the big life."

"You were smart and capable," I reminded her. "Why not?"

"So I meet the rich guy from Long Island and its love at first sight and the next thing you know I'm engaged and then married living in the big house with a husband making six figures."

"You had a pretty good job in the city, didn't you?" I asked.

"Sure, in one of the twin towers," she replied. "I had a dentist appointment that day and I was late. It saved my life, but people I knew and worked with died that day and I had a hard time dealing with the survivor's guilt."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I remember that newspaper article the Dispatch did on you now that you mention it."

"So I drank more to try to squelch the guilt and remorse," she revealed. "My marriage wasn't as rosy as I imagined either. You can't put a small town girl from Hillsboro who grew up with a working dad and a stay at home Mom into the middle of an upscale Hamptons neighborhood with Mercedes and trips to the Bahamas and all the rest of it and expect her to fit right in."

"Doesn't sound like you were all that happy," I observed.

"I was happy at cocktail time and happy hours," she replied knowingly. "I don't know if I was a drunk or not but I definitely developed a drinking problem as time went by."

"I'm sorry to hear that," I sighed.

"I know, I know, your mom was an alcoholic," Judith said. "I'm sure you're disappointed in me too."

"Remember our one and only real date?" I asked.

She looked away. "Yeah."

"I brought you to Serguci's Italian Family Restaurant for a lovely meal and there was my mother half-cocked in the bar making a scene."

"I remember," she sighed.

"I never forgot the look on your face when she fell off the stool and onto the floor on her ass," I said. I threw her a look of sadness. "Is that why you wouldn't go out with me again?"

"I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe."

"Well, thanks for your honesty, at least," I sighed.

"I was sorry to learn of her death," Judith remarked.

"Thanks," I replied. "The death certificate said renal failure but it could just have easily read 'Drunk'," I noted.

"That probably would have been me if I kept going the way I was," Judith admitted.

"When's the last time you had a drink?"

"The day I killed him," she replied, throwing me a look. I noticed her eyes were glistening.

"You were never a party girl in high school," I recalled.

"No, I wasn't," she agreed. "But I certainly made up for it later on, didn't I?" She looked at me and shrugged. "I told you things don't always change for the better."

"They can change back," I said.

She laughed at my apparent naivety. "I'm glad to see you're still a small town boy, Serge," she said.

I waited for her to say something else.

"So, I had a big fight on the phone with my husband that day," Judith finally remarked after a long pause in our conversation. "I had a few drinks at the house and then took an afternoon ride to go bitch and complain to my equally as miserable friend Sandra a few miles down the road. I don't remember how much wine we drank while listening to music and moaning about our unhappy lives. It was dusk when I drove home and I was pretty sauced and I never saw the guy jogging on the side of the road. The Police say I was doing at least fifty when I ran him over. He died on impact."

"Oh, Jee-Jee," I sighed, wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

I could feel her shaking from the memory. "Worse moment of my life," she shuttered.

"You don't have to talk about it," I said.
"My husband's family was offended," she told me. "Name in the paper and all that sort of embarrassing stuff that shamed the family. Judith Plumley – not Judith Wilson."

"What about your husband?"

"He was understandably very upset and who could blame him?" She said sadly. "He got me a good lawyer but the jogger came from a well known family too and it got pretty ugly at the trial."

"Do you think that's why your sentence was so tough?" I asked.

"I deserved what I got," Judith replied readily. "It was totally my fault and I was all to blame. I tried to take responsibility for what I did and I tried to show remorse and regret at the sentencing phase. I still feel awful and I've been working on the severe emotional and psychological effects this has had on me and my family."

"How are you coping?" I asked gently.

"It cost me everything," She said. "My husband divorced me and got the kids. I lost my job. I'm a felon and a convict. How do you think I'm coping?" It was the first time I heard anger in her voice.

"You have to move on," I told her.

"How can I move on from all the guilty feelings?" She asked.
"It speaks to your character that you aren't just putting this behind you as if it never happened," I said. "You've taken responsibility. You paid your dues. You're feeling the pain. You paid the price. But you've also taken care of yourself with therapy and you're doing the best you can. That's all anybody can ask."

"I still have nightmares," Judith revealed. "My therapist says I have Post-Traumatic Stress Syndrome and Depression."
"I'm so sorry this happened to you," I sighed.

"I'm sorry for the lost life of an innocent who did nothing wrong that day," she said quietly. "I have to live with that everyday of my life."

"Yes, you do," I agreed. "That's part of the sentence."

"I keep asking myself why I didn't do something that would have resulted in a different result?" She sighed. "I think about it everyday."
"There is no right way to feel or right thing to do," I advised. "I felt guilty about my mother for a long time after she died. Could I have done more to stop her from drinking? Was I the cause of her drinking? Was I a selfish bastard for feeling relieved when she died? Did I waste time and effort being bitter and resentful instead of being loving and understanding?"

I glanced down at the ground and sighed sadly, feeling a little weird for having admitted to all that.

"Have you forgiven yourself for all that?" Judith asked gently after a few minutes of quietness.

"I think so," I answered. "I finally figured out that it wasn't God's forgiveness or my mother's forgiveness that mattered. Ultimately, I had to forgive myself."

"I usually don't talk about this," Judith admitted. "My mother pretends it never happened. My brother is afraid I'll fall apart if he brings it up. They know my life sucks but nobody says anything."

"What are you doing with your life these days?"

"I make donuts in a bakery in the next town over from where my kids are," she replied, chewing on her lip. "I live in a half-way house with five other women with their own stories of woe. I'm hoping one day to get joint-custody of the kids. Otherwise, I'm just trying to survive, mentally and emotionally."

"I think you're doing a good job," I observed.

She sucked in a deep breath and glanced around the park. "God, I hate coming back here," she sighed. "It's like I never lived here at all."

That made me feel sad and I stared at her for a long moment. "I feel like you always lived here," I said quietly.

She glanced at me. "We're thirty-seven years old, Serge," she said.


"So, high school is over," she said, sounding annoyed. "We're not singing in the chorus anymore and we're not goofy little goody-two shoes either. This is life we're living."

"It's not the way I thought it would turn out," I said.

"I know that feeling," she replied sadly. She brushed my arm off her shoulder and stood. "I should head back. My brother will be wondering what happened to me."

"Let's walk back to the diner together," I said. "I'll give you a ride home from there."

"You sure you want to be seen with me?"

I took her hand in mine and at first she tried to pull hers away but then she relaxed a little, accepting my gesture and we walked together back to the diner as if we were on some strange first date.

We had walked a couple of blocks without saying a word.

"His name was Tommy Greene," Judith told me. "He was twenty-one years old. His birthday was September 20th. His father is Ross and his mother is Denise. He was born in New Rochelle New York. He was a student and a loving son, grandson, brother and friend. He is missed greatly by those who knew and loved him. His sisters are Julie and Amanda. He has two nieces and one nephew. He was a good baseball player. He won a regional spelling bee in sixth grade. He acted in the school play every year in high school. He was a Psychology major. He liked Peppermint ice cream. His dog's name was Sam. He liked sappy movies. He…."

"Don't do this to yourself," I interrupted.

"Do what?" She asked gruffly. "That's his legacy. That was his life. I heard so much about him during the trial and especially during the victim impact statements at my sentencing. His sister sent me a copy of his obituary in jail every few days for months. I have the image of his face imbedded in my mind's eye forever."

"How long are you going to torture yourself?"

"For the rest of my life," she answered.

"That's a lot of wasted energy," I said.

"What do you know?"

"Salamander just didn't get bored with me," I revealed.

"She didn't?"

"She also cheated on me."

Judith stopped walking and stared at me. "The love of your life screwed around on you?"

"Everyone was sure we were going to get married, including us," I said. "We were looking at houses. Everything was great but we had some issues."

"What sort of issues?" Judith asked.

"She got tired of my family which made me working with my father kind of awkward," I said. "I was taking on extra jobs to make more money for the wedding and the down payment on a house. She really did start getting bored with me. She was hanging out more with her girlfriends. Partying. Our sex life fell apart and then came to a stop. I felt alone and I felt awful."

"How'd you find out?"

"I was working on a garage door and saw her car in the driveway of a house down the street," I revealed. "I confronted her and she admitted she was having an affair with a married man. It was devastating and I thought my life was over. She left me and she's still with the guy."

"You didn't do anything wrong," Judith said as we began walking again.

"I obviously didn't make her happy," I sighed.

"You can forgive yourself for that," she said.

"Did the Greene's ever forgive you?" I asked.

"No," Judith answered bluntly. "His girlfriend sort of did long after. She wrote me a letter in jail and said she hoped I could get my life back on track and move on after I served my sentence."

"Did that help?"

"It was one of those defining moments I hold so dear to my heart," Judith revealed, wiping a tear from her eye. "She forgave me. The relief I got from that forgiveness was very freeing."

"Maybe there's a reason you're still have lingering feelings of guilt," I suggested as we reached the parking lot of Johnny C's Diner which was closed now. My car was in the back of the diner.

"What are you talking about?" She asked with annoyance.

"Maybe it's because you have unfinished business and need to make amends?"

"I tried to do that at the sentencing," She sighed.

"Regardless of whether they forgive you or not, you can be at peace with yourself for trying to right your wrongs!"

"It's not that easy, Serge," she said as I opened the passenger door and let her slip into the front seat of my car before I circled around and climbed behind the steering wheel.

"I would like to think that as long as you make a commitment to change in a positive way which includes the courage to avoid escaping into self-destructive behavior then you can forgive yourself," I said as I drove the car out of the lot. But, if you continue to beat yourself up you will never find satisfaction or joy or happiness."

"I don't know what to do," she admitted with a burdened groan.

"Maybe you could write the Greene's an apology letter," I suggested.

"They'd just throw it away," she groaned.

"So what?" I asked. "Maybe it would bring you some closure with them finally."

"Do you know where Chuck lives?" She asked, obviously not comfortable with the way the conversation was going.

"Maple, right?"

"Yeah." She glanced at me. "So? How are you dealing with things?"

"I'm okay," I said.

"Are you dating anybody?"

I shook my head no.

"Why not?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess I'm afraid of getting hurt again."

I pulled the car to a stop at the curb in front of Chuck Wilson's nice ranch half way up Maple. "You walked to Johnny C's from here?"

"Come on," she laughed. "We did it all the time when we were kids."

"We were a lot younger then!" I laughed.

She nodded in agreement and then she sucked in a deep breath. "I suppose all that we can do is admit that we made mistakes and try to learn from them," she said after a long pause.

"We can also tell the people we hurt that we are sorry without expect their forgiveness," I agreed. "I know I screwed things up with Salamander and drove her to the affair. I took her for granted and didn't pay as much attention to her needs and wants as I should have. I should probably apologize to her for that."

"Probably," Judith agreed.

"How are things with you and your ex?" I asked.

"Okay," Judith replied. "Trust is still a big issue. I had lied and gone behind his back so many times about my drinking that he never believed anything I said by the end."

"Yeah, that's what it was like with my mom too," I said.

"He's seeing some one quite seriously and she's good with the children."

"That must be hard for you," I said.

"I just want the kids to be happy," Judith replied as she opened the door to the car. "Thanks for the ride."


She was out of the car now. "Do you want to come to my mother's birthday party tomorrow?" Judith asked, sticking her head back in the open door. "It's going to be here at 1:00."

I was surprised but grateful for the invitation. "Okay," I agreed. "I'll stop by."

"Great," she smiled before closing the door and heading for the house.

I waited until I was sure she was safely inside before slowly pulling away and heading home to my lonely apartment.


I was familiar with the Wilson family from school, mostly. Judith's mom was a big supporter of the Chorus and I remember going to the Wilson house for a couple of parties Mrs. Wilson sponsored for the Chorus. Chuck was several years older than me but I remembered him from the football team and Judith's sister Casey was a year older than us and she was friendly with my sister, Beth.

Still, I was a little nervous showing up out of the blue for a family birthday party but I sensed that Judith asked me for a reason other than being polite and that I needed to show up. It was okay because I wanted to show up.

It was a nice September afternoon when I arrived at Chuck's house. The party was in the house and in the backyard – Chuck and his wife and three kids, Casey and her husband and two children, Mrs. Wilson, and a couple of family friends.

Judith seemed relieved to see me when I came around the corner of the house, smiling as she got out of her lawn chair and came to greet me. Chuck, Casey and Mrs. Wilson all remembered me and they seemed pleased to see me which allowed me to relax.

"Would you like something to drink?" Judith asked. "No alcohol, of course," she added quietly as she stepped close to me. "Chuck made it liquor free to make sure I stay safe."

"He does realize there are seven package stores in town, right?" I asked.

"Well, he wouldn't be responsible if I took off and did that," Judith explained. "But if I grabbed beer in his back yard? Yikes!"

We both laughed and we enjoyed a nice afternoon of visiting, eating grilled burgers and hot dogs, watching Mrs. Wilson open her presents, reminiscing about the town and some of our childhood memories, and having birthday cake. I played kick ball and whiffle ball with the kids, caught some of the college football game on the television in the house, and hanging out with Judith.

This is how it would have been if she had agreed to date me in high school and I felt sad about that lost opportunity.

Judith actually seemed to be enjoying herself and she seemed less defeated and morose then when I first saw her at Johnny C's the night before. She was laughing and talking as if we had been friends our entire lives. At one point, she had a silly grin on her face and I was happy to see her looking relaxed and unburdened for a change. Chuck and Casey both commented to me on the side that it was nice to see their sister enjoying herself for a change.

"I thought she was going to be suicidal forever," Chuck remarked and that struck me as a very telling comment.

Judith Wilson had been to hell and back.

"You know, Serge," Judith said at one point with an amused giggle. "I was always less pathetic then you were when we sang in the chorus!"

"And you, Jee Jee, were always much more talented that I could ever hope to be," I replied with total honesty.

She blushed and then we sang a couple of songs Mrs. Wilson remembered us singing from high school as an extra present.

When the party was over, Judith offered to have me drive her Mom home to save Chuck the hassle. Judith joined me in the front seat while Mrs. Wilson sat in the back and we had a nice chat during the brief ride to Mrs. Wilson's place. We helped her inside and visited with her for a while and by the time we left it was dusk outside.

Red's Tastee Freeze was still open so we went there for an ice cream and when Judith dropped some ice cream on the front of her sweatshirt I leaned over and wiped it off with a napkin.

"You're not supposed to touch my tits," Judith giggled and now it was my turn to blush.

"I was just trying to help," I mumbled.

"I know," she laughed. "I probably owe you from high school anyway."

"I knew you really liked Roger Robinson," I sighed. "We only had that one date."

"Sorry," she murmured.

"You were my biggest regret in high school," I revealed.

"And you were mine," she revealed. "I always liked you better."

I sighed with sadness. "What could have been."

"Yeah," Judith agreed, leaning towards me as we sat on a picnic table.

"Why don't we go back to my apartment?" I suggested. "You clean off your sweatshirt and we can watch some college football."

"Okay," she agreed.

We didn't talk much as I drove her to my small but tidy and presentable apartment in the converted former Davis Street School. I watched as Judith pulled off the sweat shirt as soon as we were in the apartment and she went into the bathroom wearing her sports bra to wash the ice cream off. I stood in the doorway watching and she watched me in the bathroom mirror as she scrubbed the shirt. When she was done cleaning the sweatshirt, she hung it over the shower rod and then turned to me.

"It shouldn't take long to dry," she said.

"No hurry," I replied, nodding towards her sports bra covered chest.

"I suppose not," she agreed, staring at me.

There was a long pause.

"Do you remember that day in the chorus room when I kissed you?" I asked.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"That was my first kiss," I let her know.

"Mine too," she revealed.

I nodded with sentimental sadness. "It was very nice."

"It was," she agreed.

"The next thing I know you were with Roger Robinson," I sighed.

"I'm sorry," she told me. "That was a mean thing to do."

We stared at each other for another long moment before I finally stepped closer to her. Neither of us took our eyes off the other. I leaned into her and gave her a small peck on the lips while moving one hand up along her bare side while wrapping the other one around her waist. I kissed her neck and then I swiped my tongue along the skin of her neck and down to her collar bone, licking her soft flesh.

"That kiss was nice too," she whispered.

She ran her fingers through my hair and then down my chest while we kissed with fondness and then I felt her tongue push against my lips. I gladly opened my mouth and my tongue met hers with delight. I worked my hands down her hips and onto her butt. Her ass was firm and desirable. I brought my hands up and cupped her face and then I pulled her even closer as we continued to make out. I felt her fingers wrap around my belt and she tugged me toward her. I knew she had to feel the stiffness in my pants and she responded by rubbing her groin into mine. I returned the favor while letting my hands find her hair, soft and smooth. Her hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and I tugged the wrap until the tail fell out and her hair came rolling down around her shoulders as we continued to kiss.

I slowly lowered my fingers down along her body until they reached the waist band of the nylon jogging pants she was wearing and I effortlessly pulled them off her hips. Then I grabbed her panties with my other hand and pulled them down her legs too before pushing her back against the tiled bathroom wall.

"Serge?" Judith whispered as she kicked away her pants and panties along with her sneakers.

I broke off the kiss and stepped back, looking at her as she stood naked against the wall except for her white sports bra. I stared at her lovely mound and I felt my body shake with excitement. Judith reached out and took my hand and we stumbled out of the bathroom together as I used her lovely butt as a beacon to follow. She stopped and turned in the hallway, kissing me desperately one more time before I led her into my bedroom.

The room was dark except for the night light next to the bed. I pushed Judith towards the bed and she pulled me with her until she fell back onto the soft mattress. I came down on top of her, crawling up between her legs. Judith wrapped them around me as she kissed me some more. I couldn't help but groan as Judith sucked my face and then I pulled her bra off over her head, flinging it across the room. She was totally naked now and I took in her beauty in the dim light. I could see her perfectly sized breasts and I gently ran my hands over them, caressing gently.

"God, Serge, it's been so long," she almost sobbed.

"For me too," I said.

There had been one or two one night stands since Salamander but nothing as intense or wanting as this. This was Jee-Jee, finally before me, naked and willing. Her breasts were warm and soft and I lowered my mouth to one of her nipples, playing with a nipple before licking my tongue down her breast, past her stomach and navel, towards her love spot.

"Wait," she said, pushing me on to my back.
"What?" I asked with confusion.
"Let me," she whispered.
I watched quietly as Judith sat up on the bed, leaning over and kissing me before lifting my shirt off over my head. I shivered as she pressed her naked chest against mine while reaching for my belt. She quickly loosened it and then she pulled my pants down my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched Judith who had a grin on her face as she revealed my erect penis that almost hit in her in the face as it sprang out from my underwear that she was also removing.
"Do you forgive me?" She asked, as she glanced between my member and my face.

"For what?" I asked.

"Roger Robinson," she sighed. "I picked the wrong guy."

"I forgive you for everything," I told her.

She burst into tears and collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, letting her sob for the longest time. I don't know how long we lay there naked on the bed while she cried and wept and whimpered. I brushed her hair and kissed her tears and held her close while she cleansed herself of her burdens.
"Feel better?" I asked when she finally stopped shaking and weeping some time later.
"I don't know," She admitted in a whisper.

She had been lying on me the entire time and I realized that our private areas had somehow merged during her emotional unleashing. It wouldn't take much for me to enter her. Judith lifted her head up and planted an appreciative kiss on my lips. The salty taste of her tears flowed into my mouth along with her saliva and maybe a little bit of snot but I was beyond caring. I wrapped my arms around her waist and my hands worked their way down the small of her back to her buns which I squeezed happily.

Judith continued kissing me while panting heavily, her hands all over my skin with gentle touching. She sat up and straddled my lap and she used her hands to help me enter her while I rubbed her firm fanny and held her by the hips while she rode me. She was moaning loudly and she leaned over, pressing her breasts against my chest. Soon my gasps were matching Judith's and I put my mouth against her ear.

"Oh Jee-Jee," I whispered.
With one last wanting thrust, I climaxed just as she exploded too and she fell on top of me gasping for breath. I don't know how much time elapsed before she finally moved up and pressed her lips to mine gently.
"Thank you," she said through breaths for air. "That was..."

"Forgiving," I answered for her.